We depart for the French Alps in a dozen days. Final days of training are here. So, this morning after band practice, I clipped in and rode one of the steepest streets in KC. The climb is less than a half mile in length. How hard can it be?
Hard.
The first third is around 8%. Put it in the small chain and spin. The middle third is 14%. Granny gear and spin slowly, very slowly. The final third is around 20%. I cannot spin any longer. It’s a slow, square pedaling motion that feels like the next one may be your last one. Eleven hill climbs later. I. Am. Toast.
Krit’s climb is a lot like life. The first third is hard but doable for most. The middle third makes you wonder why. Most quit, mail it in, or simply make do. The final third is hardest. Relationships fray. Bodies betray. Spirits break. Bruised and battered the norm. Few finish strong.
Dream and do, friends. Dream, crazy big. Do the little things in prep for the big ones. Train yourself to learn to do hard things well by doing them kinda shitty, not so well, and slowly learning and leveling up. Expect it to get harder. Keep pushing the pedals through the pain. Look right and left and focus on the beauty, not the beast. You got more in you than you know.
Live hard. Love ❤️ harder. Finish strong…
BUILT TO LEAD 